***
The fates could’ve said
any of that,
but no,
they just went, “You exist,
you control your future.”
Give me
vague platitudes of peace instead,
those would come across so much better
and inspire me
to hold my head high
and look for something really worth it in the sky,
am I worth it,
is this buzz
of positive attitudes
doing anything
oh yes
like smoke
in a beehive
it’s got me all drowsy,
she’s not drowning in a haze,
she’s calm as a summer’s day,
just losing all her honey
while telling herself
it’s okay
it’s okay
I’m okay
I’m better than freakin’ okay
I’m superb
I’m whatever rhymes with blurb
ha
ha
yeah
no
so
I guess the point is
the fate strings
could’ve said anything
and my situation wouldn’t’ve changed
unless they gave me
fifteen years of gladness
in a cup
to drink like sweet medicine
but they didn’t do that.
I guess the point is
the fate strings
are stupid
(they can’t even play chords. Or a melody.)
and they just
let things exist
in a grand chaos stew
where whatever happens, happens,
and everyone just has to
do their best
with what they’ve got
and if you don’t like it,
sucks to be you.
***
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Jordyn Saelor 